The voice on the other side immediately rejected that claim. "That's impossible. Nobody can connect you to Chen Zixin. They have no idea about us. That's why they cannot predict anything we will do. If they had even a trace of doubt, they wouldn't have let Chen Zixin leave for Shanghai."
She listened in silence. She couldn't argue about the logic, but that uneasy feeling didn't settle in her heart.
"Trust me. They don't know about us."
"Now, they do," Zhan Yahui raised her brow. "I don't mean literally. But the knowledge is enough that somebody is pulling the strings secretly. They won't sit still until they catch the real culprit."
"...What should we do?"
"Nothing. Not now. It's too dangerous. Kidnapping that useless Mao Jingyi was already a risk. I don't want to leave any traces behind."
She exhaled a deep breath and rested her head back on the couch.
